Harry heads into the kitchen muttering that he needs a break, and Janet -- who is straightening out a chafing dish -- recommends the watercress sandwiches. Harry dismisses them as too spicy, and Janet says, "If you're afraid of a little spice, I don't know why you're at this party." Harry gently points out that he's the guest of honor. Janet refuses to shake hands, but she and Harry gradually get into a conversation. Janet asks, "I haven't seen your film, so pardon my ignorance, but -- what the heck were you thinking?" Harry shrugs that it was just a job. Janet deadpans, "They weren't hiring at Woolworth's?" Harry says he was just trying to pay the bills. Janet hopes he was well compensated. Actually, according to what I read in Legs McNeil's The Other Hollywood: The Uncensored Oral History of the Porn Film Industry:

Fred Lincoln: Harry Reems was just a nice, decent guy. He had no malice. I mean, he worked two days a week; he made maybe two hundred dollars. Gerry Damiano probably tried to get him for seventy-five a day ...

Harry explains to Janet that he's unemployed and thousands of dollars in debt thanks to his legal expenses. Janet floats a trial balloon regarding Tupperware sales, and Harry deadpans, "I'm pretty good with women." Well, he's just won Janet over, so I think he's on to something there.

Meanwhile, Bruce and Roger are celebrating their big bowling win -- or rather, Roger is celebrating while Bruce mopes. He says, "Something's going on with Susan. I'm not quite sure how to explain it." Roger wants to know if it's got anything to do with the swinging. Bruce thinks it does, and asks, "You want to hear something weird? The morning after my first night with Tom and Trina, that is the closest I've felt to Susan since our honeymoon." Roger concurs, "That was pretty weird." Bruce continues, "But now, it's like she's this completely different woman ... she's got all these new opinions, and she's not picking me up at the train, and dinner's not ready when I get home. She went and saw a porno movie, for Pete's sake! The sex, yes, it's great, but these other things --" "I'm sorry, but you're talking to the wrong guy on this one," Roger interrupts. He continues, irritably, "The only time I'm allowed to have sex with my own wife, in my own house, is every other Friday night." Bruce silently thinks that perhaps, having a women's-libber wife who's a wildcat in the sack isn't so bad after all. He delicately inquires whether Janet's cabin experience loosened her up, and Roger morosely concludes it has not; Janet is merely determined to keep her friendship with Susan going. "That's why she went to Trina's party tonight," Roger explains. Bruce is all, "She went where with who now?" He blurts out, "Janet went to the Deep Throat party?" and now it's Roger's turn to be shocked. Bruce calls out, "Check, please!"